In the late 80's early 90's I worked with a petulant rich brat whose dad was one of our suppliers, and because of that Pete thought that his sh*t didn't stink.
Everyday he wore light khaki pants and a blue shirt, the typical uniform of a prat!
We battled daily on just about everything, so when the opportunity to shut him up came around I jumped on it.
We used to work in pods of four (you sat opposite someone, and there was a person beside you who sat opposite someone), Pete sat in the pod right next to me and spent most of his day with his feet up on his desk, banging on and on about how much money he had and how great he was.
I had to work late one night......well because somebody had to do some work in that group.
I was drinking a glass of water and accidentally spit it on my thick cloth chair. Well the light went off in my head, and the evil plan was hatched.
You would be amazed at how much water one of these cloth chairs can hold without dripping onto the floor. LOL......
So when I was done for the night and the chair was nicely soaked I went home, but made sure that I was in early enough to see the fireworks.
I got to the office early but never actually went to my desk (so I couldn't be accused of doing anything), and stayed back talking to a fellow coworker.
When Pete came in (wearing the typical khaki's), sunglasses all the way through the dark corridors, and finger combing his hair, I was as giddy a teenager on prom night.
As he planted his butt into his seat I worked my way towards my desk. I could see the smile slowly melting off of his face, and the realization that something wasn't right.
He shifted his weight from one butt cheek to the next to see what was going on, before he leapt out of his chair.
Well the laughter from everybody was more than the spoilt brat could take, and he took off like a shot out of the building. We all ran to the window just in time to see him blow smoke out of his tires, and he screamed out of the parking lot.
Now a normal person would just leave that joke there, but not me.
A few weeks later at home I got in the mail a coupon for a free sample of an adult diaper.
Yep you guessed it. I filled out the form and had it sent to the office in Petes name.
Well I howled as soon as it came through the interoffice mail, and waited for Petes reaction.
The following day he asked for a transfer to a different department, but was denied.
His dad came to his rescue and moved him to Texas to head up a department in his company.
I lost track of Pete, but the memories will last a life time!!
